October 2007

So far my midterm marks are as follows:

Operating Systems & Hardware - 90%

Programming Fundamentals - 96%

Introduction to Business - 92%

Networking is somewhere in the 70’s unfortunately and Mr. Feeny hasn’t marked his midterm yet.  I think my mark will be somewhere in the low 90’s.

All in all, pretty good if I do say so myself.

Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go steal some candy that is meant for giving out to trick or treaters.

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I got 8 out of 8 on my pop quiz.  Yep.  Totally pwnd it.  Then we had three hours between classes so Josh and I kicked it at my place during the break.  It was rough ’cause I usually sleep during that time.  I was exhausted by the time school ended.

It’s weird, lately I’ve had lots of trouble searching for words in my head or figuring anything out logically (which is especially a problem in programming.)  Same with memorizing stuff.  I feel so dull and slow-witted.  I used to be sharper, I’m sure of it.  Unless my memory isn’t serving correctly and I’ve always been this dumb.  I think it must have something to do with the amount I sleep, though.  I sleep like twelve hours a day and I’m still tired.  It’s fucked up.  Ever since I got sick during the winter I haven’t gotten back to normal.  I used to be able to sleep for six hours and have energy throughout the entire day.  Now I sleep for nine, get up for three hours then fall back asleep for two more.  Arggggggh.

Someone just wrote on my Facebook wall.  Gotta go.  PEACE.

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I wrote my databasing midterm today.  It went alright, I only had to make two fairly simple databases.  Hopefully I scored well.  Then when I was walking out I noticed a package of Always tampons on teacher’s desk.

Our teacher, Mr. Feeny (

) pronounces “always” like “owwies” and it’s kind of funny.  So I guess one of the people decided to buy him some Always tampons as a joke.  He’s a kidder so I’m pretty sure that he’ll appreciate it.  Hopefully, anyways.

So I got home, ate a delicious pear, and masturbated to celebrate my triumph over Microsoft Access.  And now I’m going to have a cigarette and go to sleep for a couple of hours.  What a day.  Arrivederci!

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It didn’t work out too well.  Here’s the original stencil:

And here’s what I ended up with:

Still kinda sweet imo.  But definitely not perfect.

Peaceeeee.

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We’re sitting on a bench outside of the school dance.  Too much booze beforehand and dancing throughout has left us exhausted.  My arm’s around her, tracing figure eights on her bare arm, she’s leaning into me, her head rested on my shoulder.  A Marlboro dangling from my mouth, a Kent held between her thumb and forefinger.

I take a drag and ask, “Are you happy?”

She brings the cigarette to her lips and inhales.  As she exhales, her words and the smoke blend together.

“I’m perfect.”

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And now my hand hurts.  I haven’t written that much in years.  Almost two hours of straight printing onto paper.  We’re in a computer class ffs.  They could’ve just used a lockdown browser or something.  Anyways, I know for certain that I didn’t get a hundred percent.  I came home and put one of the questions into my computer and found out that I did indeed get it wrong.  8 % 16 = ?  Evidently it was 8.  I actually put 8 but then I thought "Nah, modulus wouldn’t use decimal numbers." and replaced it with 16.  But I was wrong.  FUCK.  I think that I did well on every other part though.  I actually almost used the entire time limit too.  I think that was the closest I’ve ever come to that.  I only had 15 minutes before they would boot me out.

One thing I noticed was people finishing it after about an hour.  I kept thinking, "Are they writing the same fucking test as me?"  It was really disheartening and annoying to hear people getting up and leaving.

Jade, you’re lucky you didn’t have to write it.  T’was brutal.

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It’s freezing in this fucking bedroom.  Something’s wrong with the furnace, it’s not pumping air through the vents and it’s getting me vexed.  I went online for some advice but all the websites that I found sucked shit.  This is driving me nuts.

I have my midterm tomorrow.  I’m pretty sure that I’m gonna kill it.  95% at least as long as he doesn’t write any really dumb questions.  We’re also allowed to carry in a cheat sheet, one piece of paper with whatever you want on one side.  They’re practically giving us A+’s.

My networking teacher said that he was proud of the class average on the first test (51%).  That’s pretty fucked up.  I don’t know if he’s admitting to being a bad teacher or if he just thinks that the material is really hard.  Either way, 51% is nothing to be proud of.

I’m out dawgsssssss.

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Why do people keep sending me invitations on Facebook?  Everything from Dragon Slayers to Vampires to whatever.  If I wasn’t such a nice guy (the nicest guy in the universe actually, as Aura can attest to) I might actually get annoyed.

I keep imagining us having conversations about my day or her day or waking up together or going to bed together.  It’s not even interesting stuff, it’s like, "Hey, how’d you do on your test?"  "Quite well, thanks."  *Kiss on the lips and a pat on the ass* and that’s the end.  Some are more elaborate but that’s the usual.  I think my vivid imagination is the only thing that’s kept me sane for years and years.  If I can’t accomplish certain things at least I can imagine them.

I’m having a bit of computer troubles too.  For some reason in Opera when I try to search for "tracker" it doesn’t work.  It appears as though my computer has been JACKED.  Damn you filthy programmers with no scruples or ethics.  I’ve been trying to fix it all night and I keep ending up having to restore my computer.  It might just be Spybot blocking "dangerous" links, i.e. ones that have the word "tracker" in them but I think it’s probably some form of malware.

Alors, I’m off.

P.S.  My site looks hella cool.

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Apparently a lot of people did awful on our programming quiz last Thursday.  Our class average was a sixty I think.  And another group learning the same stuff as us got a thirty-five percent class average.  SO the teachers decided to remove a few of the hardest questions from the test, one of them being the only question that I got wrong.  So I gots me a perfect quiz!

ALSO, I ported my blog to a new host outside of Wordpress.com.  I now have complete control over it.  I control the vertical, the horizontal, etc etc.  (Sci-fi geek joke.)  Now I have a favourite icon, a super sweet domain, customizable CSS, and like two hundred gigs of space.

Some bad news is that I also have two mid-terms next week.  I’m fairly certain that I’ll ace them both but I still don’t like the pressure.  Any sort of exam always sounds so ominous, like it will ruin your life if you mess it up.  Bullshitttttttt.

Okay, I’m out.  Peace.

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resides at www.hattscrib.com

Pretty rad, huh?

It’s fucking freezing outside today.  Very very windy et je ne l’aime pas.  Mais I’ll survive.  Only uh..  six more months until spring.  I’m counting the days.

I feel like I should do something productive today…  Like paint my room..  But that takes soooo much effort.  I’d have to clean the walls first then go out and buy the paint then apply a primer and then paint.  Argh.  I’ll figure something out.

Peaceeeeeee.

Oh yeah, I also put up this new theme in lieu of my regular one to celebrate Halloween.  I personally think that it’s pretty cool.

Hit me back.

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Intelligent, selfless, generous, nice, compassionate, beautiful, rational, calm, honest, forthright.  If anyone finds a girl like this, hit me up.

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Or one was a quiz actually.  I did well on the programming quiz and managed to squeeze out a 95%, although it would’ve been a hundred if my teacher didn’t write retarded, subjective questions.  What is the best way to do such and such?  The best?  The best according to you?  What am I, a fucking mind reader?  Ah well.  I’m happy with the ninety-five.

The TEST on the other hand didn’t go so well.  I assumed that it would be a lot simpler than the quizzes that I’ve written in that class so far.  They were written by some networking company named Cisco and were in unintelligible tech-speak so I assumed that when our actual teacher wrote a test then he’d make it a lot simpler.  I was wrong.  The test was just as hard as the quizzes that I’ve had so far!  Even harder than a couple.  FUCK.  So I wound up with a 69.9% but I round up so really I got a seventy. 

And I guess that most people in my class did pretty terribly.  So you know what that means!  MY TEACHER DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO TEACH.  Revoke that man of his teaching license!  He isn’t worthy!  Really, though.  The least he could do is write out some notes or some slides for us to study from.  See, I kind of set myself as the standard.  If I’m not getting at least a ninety in a class then that means that the teacher is at fault.  I’m there in class, ready to learn and if nothing sinks in then the teacher is obviously doing something wrong.

Ah well.  I guess that seventy is pretty decent considering that I didn’t study at all and I was playing Freecell while waiting for him to start the test up.  Still though.  I really need to study for the next test, whenever that may be.  I’ll have to look into it.

And that’s about it.  My legs have been hurting for the past couple of days for no distinguishable reason.  The backs of my thighs feel all tight and weird like I went for a jog without stretching.  But I’m sure that it’ll go away on its own eventually so whoooooo gives a shit?  Pas moi.

Alors, la rivedere!  Aurevoir!  Adios!

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Apparently I have a test tomorrow.  Mike Costa is writing out some questions about networking and I’ll be forced to answer them from 8:10 until 9:30.  This could prove troublesome seeing as how I’ve pretty much bombed most of the little quizzes I’ve written so far.  And I don’t feel like studying either so I’ll just be winging this crap.  So pray for Alex.

Mmmm beer.  Nothing like a beer and a cigarette.

I haven’t had coffee in two days.  I think that it induced my anxiety the other night and in the morning.  Man that was such a whack feeling.  So I’ve decided not to drink that stuff anymore which will be tough because I really do love it.

OKAY NIGGAZ.  PEACE.

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This miserable fucking existence.

I have nothing to complain about but I still feel like shit.

Fuck offfffffffff lifeeeeeeeee.

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Not at all.

I think that it’s colder weather and short days that are doing it.  First person to thwart Mother Nature and stop winter from arriving gets a pat on the back from yours truly.

I might be listening to too much Radiohead too.  That can’t be helping at all.

I’m off to weep.  pz

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that if everyone in the world was like me then it would be a wonderful place.

Heaven on earth, even.

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Apparently my room is totally un-cool.  I’m now on a mission to rectify this terrible situation.  Firstly, I’m getting rid of that very old nightstand.  I’ve been trying to do it for years but I’ve never had money for a new one but I figure I’ll survive without one.  I’m also taking off the headboard from my bed cause I think that it looks a bit old and doesn’t match with anything.  Lastly, I’m re-painting this shizznat with a nice neutral colour.

I will be more zen than you.

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As we walk in, we see the door and my nightstand.

I chose a nice white for my door because uh.  Wait.  That’s how it’s always been.  Nevermind.  That little yellow thing was made in the 3rd grade for art class.  I find it fits the decor nicely.  The nightstand, which I’ve had since I was about six and was purchased from Ikea, has an assortment of crap.  Some books, some drugs, and a fancy clock radio (with a CD player built-in!).

Going to the right, we reach the bed!

Nothing fancy.  A wooden bed frame acquired from my grandmother’s house and some Roots sheets that I copped from Sears a while back.  Definitely comfy.  Oh wait!

What’s that?  A sock under my bed??  I’ll have to reunite it with the sock in its pair.  But moving along.

Further clockwise we see……

My desk!  That’s where all the internet magic happens, as well as the coffee and beer guzzling, and masturbating.  Check out the trophies on top.  I used to be quite the athlete.  There’s a phone there to answer all of the calls that I don’t receive, and a wooden box that my grandfather made for me years ago.  Directly in front of the desk is…

MY AWESOME CHAIR.  I think it was like a bill from Staples.  It’s served me very well.  It even SWIVELS and can be moved UP or DOWN.  And the best part?  It TILTS.  The wonders of modern technology, huh?  Enough about that though.

Further along…

My newly cleaned window along with a fan to get my room nice and fresh-airized.

Well what’s that!

It’s my CLOSET.  That’s where I keep my few clothes, my old stuffed toys, some porn magazines, some shoes and a couple of posters.  Pretty cool stuff, huh.  Except Aura gets on the rag when it’s open so it usually looks more like this:

My floor is pretty organised.  Check that shit out, DAWG:

Yep, it’s my school bag, my laptop bag and my laundry basket all nicely strewn about.  I’m cool like that.

AND FINALLY.  MY DESSER:

That is a coconut monkey that was brought home by my brother from France.  It houses a few dollars in change and that random piece of paper is my friend’s report card.  I keep meaning to give it back to him.

Moving two feet to the right will take you back to where we started:

Well, that’s about it.  I hope you enjoyed the tour.  BUH BYE

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And so far nothing is coming to me.  I thought of maybe an online book rental thingo along the lines of Netflix except it turned out that that service already exists rendering it unoriginal and lame.  I’m sure that I’ll come up with something.

I got eighty-nine on my networking quiz yesterday making it my top mark in that class so far.  Unfortunately I shared it with Aura who told me that I should’ve gotten a hundred, totally killing my buzz.  Yeah, fuck you, bitch.  No, not really.  I was still pleased even if she can’t appreciate my networking genius.

Then uhhhhhhh.  I did some assignment in that other class…  Oh yeah, programming.  I think I pwnd it pretty well, although the teacher made us divide something like 25 by 40 or some crap without a calculator.  I’m not that fucking good at math.  Why do you think they invented calculators?  So I don’t have to deal with decimals, that’s why.  I think I still probably got perfect and if I didn’t then it’s the teacher’s fault.

But it’s cool.  I washed my windows today.  They look a bit cleaner which is cool.  LOOK:

K, PEACE.

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And my main man Brian reiterated something that I hadn’t heard in a while.  If you can’t control it, then don’t worry about it.  During a period where I was binging on books by the Dalai Lama and other Buddhist authors, the Dalai Lama said something along the lines of:

If a problem is fixable, if a situation is such that you can do something about it, then there is no need to worry. If it’s not fixable, then there is no help in worrying. There is no benefit in worrying whatsoever.

(I grabbed that from his website.)

I really believe in that and I think that it’s helped me cope with difficult situations in the past.  So heed his sage advice and DON’T WORRY.

P.S. I got 82% on my test.  Decent.  Though I think that I should’ve done better.  That teacher sucks at writing tests.

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She’s actually pretty hot.  Look!

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Aura is a horrible person.

She eats puppies for breakfast.

I hate her.

(And she has a penis.)

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By:  Aura

I wake up next to him.  Seeing his beautiful face is better than my morning coffee.  I think about how lucky I am to be with such a wonderful man, so bony and pale, just the way I like them.  With hair akin to a sunset.  I give a content sigh and arise from bed.

I walk out onto the patio with a cup of coffee and look over the balcony, hearing the birds chirp and the traffic pass.  I feel hands on my waist, he hugs me, kisses my neck.  I am in heaven.

I love my hatt.

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So I’m laying in bed trying to sleep and I come up with this idea for a movie.  Or possibly a book.  But most likely a movie since I don’t particularly like writing.

So it’s about this kid who’s about 17 or 18 and emotionally disturbed.  His whole life he’s lived in sort of a fantasy world where he can fly and move stuff with his mind and pretty much do whatever he wants.  He truly believes that if he can unlock some secret part of the world then he’ll be able to accomplish that stuff.

Well in his 18th year, his best friend commits suicide and he’s the one who discovers his dead body.  This traumatic event pushes him over the edge and he almost totally checks out.  He develops insomnia and is only able to sleep for an hour or two a night.

He teeters between wakefulness and sleep throughout the day.  One day he’s in class and he decides to go out for a cigarette.  He gets to the door and tries to move the knob with his mind and it actually works.  This leaves the audience guessing as to whether or not he’s actually just dreaming or whether through his lack of sleep he’s unlocked the part of his brain that he’s been looking for throughout his entire life.

That’s as far as I’ve gotten.

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